Shawn was driving.. where he wasn’t sure probably some big place like Miami or Las Vegas. Neither of you had made up your mind— you both just felt like running away. It was around 5 in the morning. The radio was playing their usual dusty rock. It was the 90s. Your missing persons reports had already been reported by both of your parents. Neither you or Shawn cared.. you just wanted to get away. He was lip syncing the lyrics to a song.. turning up the radio. You were both 16.